Or more like dragged herself in. Straggly hair, pale face, glasses—she never wore glasses—a plain shirt and pants, no jewelry. Had she even showered? “Pen, you don’t look so good. Do you feel okay?” “No . . .” She met Bryn’s gaze and the floodgates opened. Through sobs she managed to say, “Jack and I had a fight.” “Come here.” Bryn pulled her into her arms and let her cry, smoothing her ratty hair. “Shhh. Calm down. Take a deep breath.” It was the same way she comforted her kids when they were upset, though she’d probably offer Penny something far stronger than warm milk to sip on. Once she got Penny calmed down, she handed her a glass of wine. Yes, they kept wine at the shop. And no, nine fifteen was not too early in this situation. “What happened?” “It was the same as it’s been for months. We didn’t do it two nights ago, to save up the sperm like we’re supposed to, so last night was the night.
